to relationships
they come in pairsthese four eyed monsters
mini skirts and tramp stamps
clothing soon to fly
for why should i be bothered
with this nonsense, not absconding
my senses, but pervasively pushing
propaganda toward the very heart
that might shy away.
i scorn these four eyed monsters,
for there are the somber
no sway, no decay, not those
who throw their lives away
for just a chance to be
a little bolder, to seem a little closer,
to feel loved and seem to know
for just a short while
that they might be.
but it's fake
and panic grips my body
to the core i am forced
with no choice to do what i despise.
i'm a hypocrite, my compromise,
i admit, is that i am a four eyed monster
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